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Love and War

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“Everything Is Fair In Love And War” by Debajyoti Das , Raiganj

He always had to be right so I left;
we both had to win so we lost each other. 

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Man’s Relationship with Money: a Mess

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Man
makes
money
so
that
money
would
make
man.

Update: I mean “man”, as in, man and woman- humans. We live in a “the richer you are, the better you are” world, and it shouldn’t be so. Someone has reblogged this, gone a little wild, and argued that men make money to attract gold-diggers- women- and I am sitting here, stunned, wondering what the hell is going on…

Opposites Attract

Even though it’s odd,
you are the only one
that I want two be with.
You’re the one I want to threet right;
the one I want to live four.

Life is

Life is a gift;
enjoy the present.

PAY-tience

‘Pay’tience could be uncomfortable,
but the lack of it comes with a price too.

The Soul

The soul will go wherever it wants,
whether or not the soles will go too.

disaSTAR

If the stars come together as one,
they’d make a gorgeous display.
If the little moons left the Moon
to spread across the sky,
they’d create something beautiful too.
A twinkling, giant disaSTAR,
and its little MOONsters.

It won’t last for long;
stars aren’t built to not crave for attention.
At least one would pop
out of the group often and complain,
“I’m not being noticed enough!”,
and in no time, there’d be no group.
The moons are better together as one Moon;
things are good as they are.

SARS [Special Anti-Robbery Squad]

A group of detectives
that can’t properly detect thieves
because they are detechthieves*.

*detechthieves: the technical thieves

The Hole Time

The whole time was the hole time.
Each time, we dug,
wherever we were,
whenever we wet.

Many times, we dug,
us two complete strangers who
liked the idea that we were one.

Every time, we dug,
so much so that we would sweat profusely,
but we couldn’t find each other
despite all the work.

All the time, we dug,
the whole time, at hole times,
we buried our love a-lie-ve.

Poethree

Poethree:
You,
Me,
The Words we need
to make love.

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